Рецензия на «Всё остальное можешь оставить» (789)

Stilettoes. So stylish,
your shapely, slim ankles.
The last days of summer, untimely departure.
You're taller than me - just a smitten -
on high heels,
But boy, how's my poor little self-esteem fractur'd...

how quiet
and only cicadas
you hear'em
well listen
perhaps
you shall take it off
will you

My arm 'round your waist. Elevators.
A tight squeeze.
A lightbulb glows gloomily, flickering idly.
I break off a sentence in mid-word -
What's that, please?
The tweed-jacked guards your heart
beating so wildly.

oh say
that keyhole
in the door
do you see it
well listen
perhaps
you shall take it off
will you

Silk blouse. Those buttons -
A dozen, gosh darn it...
My fingers are lost after fourth -
Useless, senseless...
Your silken tress tickles my temple -
oh, I quit...
Reality's lost,
its realm is without sent'nels.

all's silent
and i cannot breathe
are you breathing
well listen
perhaps
you shall take it off
will you

The last of dividers. So silly, so easy -
An eyelet. A closure. A ribbon. My goodness.
You want it? It must be? Of course, it must be so...
And warm suede of skin, so imbued with you fragrance.

some day
you'll remember
and write
a small ditty
well listen
perhaps
you shall take it off
will you

You may leave everything else on...

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Welcome back, Sire...

Мария Штальбаум   11.06.2002   •   Заявить о нарушении